Must be a factory somewhere
Keeps on cranking them out
Seems like they travel in pairs
Not worth the trouble but too full of clout
Somebody must play his game
They get stuck in the here and now
Lending and borrowing pain
His fist, your face, you kiss the ground
But he don't do nothing half way
Complete this equation
He needs justification
Distaff affirmation
To keep on crankin' it out
We could build cell on cell
Mainline him straight to hell
But that would not dispel
Violent men, hard-headed women, unloved children
Must be a garden somewhere
Keeps on sending them down
Big eyes, big teeth, big hair
Ready to breed with the nearest clown
She has the will to complain
But something won't let her
Break free of the tether
Even though she knows better
She just can't figure it out
We can prescribe for pain
Have her declared insane
Even all this won't change
Violent men, hard-headed women, unloved children
We let them find their own way
While everyone chooses
To ignore the abuses
We've all got excuses
We keep on, keep on cranking them out
And nobody has the time
To look at the great design
But they're all from the same bloodline
Violent men, hard-headed women, unloved children
Keeps on cranking them out
Seems like they travel in pairs
Not worth the trouble but too full of clout
Somebody must play his game
They get stuck in the here and now
Lending and borrowing pain
His fist, your face, you kiss the ground
But he don't do nothing half way
Complete this equation
He needs justification
Distaff affirmation
To keep on crankin' it out
We could build cell on cell
Mainline him straight to hell
But that would not dispel
Violent men, hard-headed women, unloved children
Must be a garden somewhere
Keeps on sending them down
Big eyes, big teeth, big hair
Ready to breed with the nearest clown
She has the will to complain
But something won't let her
Break free of the tether
Even though she knows better
She just can't figure it out
We can prescribe for pain
Have her declared insane
Even all this won't change
Violent men, hard-headed women, unloved children
We let them find their own way
While everyone chooses
To ignore the abuses
We've all got excuses
We keep on, keep on cranking them out
And nobody has the time
To look at the great design
But they're all from the same bloodline
Violent men, hard-headed women, unloved children
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I knew when I listened thorugh the album "Nearly Human") that it was about a feeling of crisis and getting back to life; years later I read - in an interview with Liv Tyler, that Todd and his then wife Bebe Bueller - Liv's mum - had split up some time before. Somewhere, this song is about the anger and venom that erupts in a dicorce, but also about the feelings of helplessness and fear on behalf of your kids. Very good lyrics, he uses the images of the Garden of Eden and of some rag doll factory to bring across the feelings. Incredible guitar solo, too.
Excellent song. Not surprising you could provide such an excellent interpretation.